PSC, Young Dro - Mess It Up lyrics
[PSC, Young Dro - Mess It Up lyrics]
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
Ain't no special bitches, shit
We talk to you all the same way same way
Me and him fucked you on the same day
Pass the purple
Don't you like the way I press connect
I let you drive
In her thighs, soaking wet I'm mesmerized
That little bitty skirt, them big o'l legs
Shawty said "break some bread"
I said "look you ain't got to beg"
I ain't that type of player
I get hoes, I ain't gotta pay them
Gimme my shopping bag and take
Your ass to Pick-A-Player
Baby, I heard you got a cake mixer
Sugar daddy spending up them Benjamins
I heard he got you a lot of things
Even a new Mercedes Benz
Chanel, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
All the things you look good in
Your own personal masseuse
Now your muscles easy to bend
Gone before the weekend
I'm here for the weekend
Just you and I, Victoria, keep a secret
I'm swearin' now to hell
I ain't done 'til I see the sun
Crush that noise 'fore you
Wake the neighbors up
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
Louis, Gucci, Prada kicks, Fendi
And a lotta shit
He bought it all to tell 'em how
You suckin' nuts and swallowin' dick
He think you just a college bitch
You ain't been to college, bitch
You ain't even know these
Niggas you hollering at
I bet you suck a lotta dick
She said "that's right" with confidence
I called the bitch a hoe
She took it as a compliment
Gagging on the dick and drinking
Nut until she vomited
Common sense would tell a nigga that
He ain't supposed to sponsor this
Let me tell you one thing
I'm the man of this house
Even if you got another man at the house
What I look like givin' you
Some bread to go out you gon' hit a nigga up
When the club break out
I'ma play my song, you gon' show that thong
Give me fine head while on my way home
In my '91 Fleetwood, the grill and the chrome
The seats rolled back and it's
6 in the morning
And I feel like chopping, fuck iHop
You must be crazy, I ain't making no stop
The deal was to chill at the spot for an hour
Beat the pussy up
Now I'm back on the highway
Talkin' bout some cash, you can kiss my ass
Don't, keep it shut 'fore you make me mad
I'm a cold hearted mack
You can check my stacks
Give a hoe, that's a motherfuckin' fact
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
I got you fly in Chanel
That high off your smell
Look at your eyes and tell you
Inspire by the pimp attire
Lift them thighs in the air
She ain't like the usual
Something like a superwoman
A lot of fools want her
But she diss illusions and keep they hundreds
Breaking bread
Mainly 'cause I seen that you
Gon' make the stacks yeah I'm a player
That's why you ask "Wanna hit
It from the back?" fuckin up your new doo
Lookin' like we came out the swimming pool
Fast strokin' your poo-poo
My imagination like voodoo
All she get is dick from me
She said her name was Tifany
No longer do I fuck with her
I had an epiphany i keep her 'round
Then I be ripping that white Zinfandee
Ay, I'm squeezing 'em, I'm squeezing 'em
I do it so terrifically
Toya, Tasha, Cara, Isha
All wanna get with me
They see me rocking Fendi, Gucci, Prada
Ain't no pimp in me
Buy you this, buy you that, why should I?
I am fly the only thing you need to
Do is open your mouth, open your thighs
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
Ain't no special bitches, shit
We talk to you all the same way same way
Me and him fucked you on the same day
Pass the purple
Don't you like the way I press connect
I let you drive
In her thighs, soaking wet I'm mesmerized
That little bitty skirt, them big o'l legs
Shawty said "break some bread"
I said "look you ain't got to beg"
I ain't that type of player
I get hoes, I ain't gotta pay them
Gimme my shopping bag and take
Your ass to Pick-A-Player
Baby, I heard you got a cake mixer
Sugar daddy spending up them Benjamins
I heard he got you a lot of things
Even a new Mercedes Benz
Chanel, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
All the things you look good in
Your own personal masseuse
Now your muscles easy to bend
Gone before the weekend
I'm here for the weekend
Just you and I, Victoria, keep a secret
I'm swearin' now to hell
I ain't done 'til I see the sun
Crush that noise 'fore you
Wake the neighbors up
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
Louis, Gucci, Prada kicks, Fendi
And a lotta shit
He bought it all to tell 'em how
You suckin' nuts and swallowin' dick
He think you just a college bitch
You ain't been to college, bitch
You ain't even know these
Niggas you hollering at
I bet you suck a lotta dick
She said "that's right" with confidence
I called the bitch a hoe
She took it as a compliment
Gagging on the dick and drinking
Nut until she vomited
Common sense would tell a nigga that
He ain't supposed to sponsor this
Let me tell you one thing
I'm the man of this house
Even if you got another man at the house
What I look like givin' you
Some bread to go out you gon' hit a nigga up
When the club break out
I'ma play my song, you gon' show that thong
Give me fine head while on my way home
In my '91 Fleetwood, the grill and the chrome
The seats rolled back and it's
6 in the morning
And I feel like chopping, fuck iHop
You must be crazy, I ain't making no stop
The deal was to chill at the spot for an hour
Beat the pussy up
Now I'm back on the highway
Talkin' bout some cash, you can kiss my ass
Don't, keep it shut 'fore you make me mad
I'm a cold hearted mack
You can check my stacks
Give a hoe, that's a motherfuckin' fact
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
I got you fly in Chanel
That high off your smell
Look at your eyes and tell you
Inspire by the pimp attire
Lift them thighs in the air
She ain't like the usual
Something like a superwoman
A lot of fools want her
But she diss illusions and keep they hundreds
Breaking bread
Mainly 'cause I seen that you
Gon' make the stacks yeah I'm a player
That's why you ask "Wanna hit
It from the back?" fuckin up your new doo
Lookin' like we came out the swimming pool
Fast strokin' your poo-poo
My imagination like voodoo
All she get is dick from me
She said her name was Tifany
No longer do I fuck with her
I had an epiphany i keep her 'round
Then I be ripping that white Zinfandee
Ay, I'm squeezing 'em, I'm squeezing 'em
I do it so terrifically
Toya, Tasha, Cara, Isha
All wanna get with me
They see me rocking Fendi, Gucci, Prada
Ain't no pimp in me
Buy you this, buy you that, why should I?
I am fly the only thing you need to
Do is open your mouth, open your thighs
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
Get your hair done, do it all
'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
Pull your hair and mess it up
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